Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1887-06-23
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why, whose coming
"Bob's Wife,
Mrs. Lathrop's countea~i,es beeam
suddenly elongated.
"Then he's married. slzer all, an
never let ms know"
"Well. Yoa can't blame he poor Eel
low, can your" said her husband
"after all the cold water gou hun,
over him and his ideas r
81 won't have her in Ne house,
said Mrs. Lathrop. resolntely.
"Yes. ron win. Debbie. zhen 70,
hear who it is that's eorniael II
Kitty 2"
Mrs. Lathrop's cloadsa ! sleases
up as radiantly as q May morning.
{" Then it's little Kitty Bruce he ha,
married after all. Dear me | why
didn't he LET US know? But it's jus,
like one Of BObs roguish tricks
She'll he here in the evening train
she and friesd,' said Mr., Lathrop.
Bob is Unexpectedly detained by bust
ness that may take him down to Ala
bama before it is settled and he
thought his mother house would be
the best place for his bride during his
absence.
And he was right" cried Mrs.
Lathrop. "Bob's wife. Why it
seems only yesterday he was toodling
about the doorstone in a PINK calico
frock. Dear. dear, how tine goes by.
She was ready on the porch in her
best black silk dress when he whistle
of the coming train echoed among the
mountains. while through the half
open doors cleaned an inviting per-
spective of shining dam.sk, bright
silver and sparkling ghss, with
freshly-baked sponge cakein the GEN.
ter of the table. and preserves and
pickles enough to give hlf a dozen
brides the dyspepsia.
my darling daughter, she cried,
enthusiastically throwing her arms
around the waist of a petty young
lady in an elegant travelling dress, as
she alighted from the carriage.
Kitty Bruce returned the kiss and
embrace with a merry gayety that was
very fascinating.
Then Lam to call geg mother"
What else should 20, call me. Oh,
| am SO glad Bob married you, after
all, instead of"
But the vivacious stranger inter-
rupted here rather hurriedly.
Allow me to introduce my friend.
Miss Leonora Wylie.
And Mrs. Lsthrop herself looking
into the depths Of pair of wistful
hazel eyes that seemed to say: please
be kind to me-
She's dark and little and elf like"
said Mrs. Lathrop to herself, but she's
nice-looked enough, too, and has
very winning way with her.
For now that Mrs. Lalh;op felt her
son Bob TO be safe from the tots o:
the siren, she was disposed to view
Leonora Wylie with very different
eyes,
Well, my dear said the old gen
:, -An when their guests had gone to
their room AT iasU,-a-- -
our company.
Kitty is charming, said Mrs. Lath-
rop. Do you notice how prettily she
bushes and laughs every time We ask
her anything of our Bob? Oh, I'm SO
glad it has happened just sol
And the other one?'
oh, she seems very nice, too, in her
way-s quiet, modest little thing.
You'd never suspect her to be a
book writer!'
No, never. To think Of her know.
ing that nice receipt for East India
pickles.
mean to try it tomorrow. Aud
she told me a way to take the mil
dewed spots out Of that best tablecloth
that l never heard of, though I've
kept house seven and twenty years
A week went by, and the barometer
of Mrs. Gathrop's mind was varying
perceptibly. Her husband watched
her quietly, but made no allusion to
their guests, until one evening Mrs
I.athrOp broke out:
I "A silly, empty-headed child-lhat''
what she is, after all, with no more
brains than nv kitchen siever
Who? Leonora Wylie7
No, Kitty Bruce.
on, you mean RObs wife,
Yes, Iaean Rob's wife. How
ever could have been so deceived IL
her before
Perhaps he was deceived just IL
the same manner. Bat how has 81